At the priestesses touch Asran felt a spark of her holy power. Surprising him somewhat that she even had such power. He thought her a simple priestess not one with a soul carrying actual light. It made his nerves go on edge, even tearing a little growl from him. He coughed into his hand quickly clearing his throat.  He straightened a bit offering a cheeky smirk, “I know I didn’t, just call me mister mayor. Or mayor for short. You have the address, you should be okay to find it on your own. I’ll be taking my leave now miss priestess.” He then bowed his head to her slightly then took his leave. 

He needed a snack, and a nap. Could this day be any more tiresome? He ran a hand through his snow white locks of hair. Rubbing at the back of his head. He summoned lesser demons to his side hidden by the shadows. “Follow her, but do not engage. Unless you want to get vaporized,” he told the imps. They nodded quickly, and disappeared.